Clyde Gastin Vs. Luong Chun - Game of Thrones

[Rawg]

Clyde could only squirm and quiver under Luong. Shuddering as her bare feet settled on his battered, sweaty skin while he shakily breathed out haggard breaths.

He had no answer for Luong. He just lay writhing under her for as long as she needed, completely out of it until the Korean Empress spun around did a full hipdrop!!

“HMMPHH!!” Clyde’s face was mashed under Luong’s butt as she slammed him into the canvas with crushing force. He was hammered out cold but stayed awake as Luong’s feet dropped right on his unprotected balls.

“NNMMFFF!!” His cries would vibrate into her ass. Entire body shaking and convulsing as he whimpered and gasped, mouth and nose sealed by the thin fabric of her tights that hid her toned glutes. Clyde moaned in pain, twitching feebly as his hands would rest on Luong’s thighs in a pitiful attempt to shove her off. There was no strength behind his hands and he was already drifting off.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd was divided by the spectacle before them. While some of them disapproved of her striking a helpless man and saw this as a mauling, others were becoming aroused by the display of dominance. This was what they’d come for, after all - to see a man laid out by a beautiful woman. Scratching their itches, satisfying their urges.

Luong, for her part, couldn't have cared less for their fantasies. If they received some gratification from her actions, so be it. Her only concern was the insect beneath her, the one currently writhing beneath her heel, her future pet. This wasn’t a match anymore, it was a precursor, a chance for them to establish what their relationship would be going forward: Him underneath, with her on top. The sooner he came to grips with these facts, the easier things would be.

She stayed on her perch, waiting for him to pass out, for the telltale twitches and spasms. Once he was out, Luong popped to her feet and stood above him as another fall was announced, cementing her domination of this encounter.

[Rawg]

Clyde couldnt do anything but twitch and sputter under Luong’s thicc ass. He sucked in all of her thinly covered peach before he melted to the mat and deflated under the dominant woman. His body giving a few errant spasms and twitches before he went limp . The bell rang and Luong scored yet again as the divided crowd roared.

Once she got off, Clyde’s chest slowly rose and fell as he lay under Luong, gazing up at her with a dizzy, vacant stare

Luong Chun - 2
Clyde Gastin - 0
Time Remaining: 18:35

[BlackAkuma]

And now Luong had two.

Her victory had been a foregone conclusion, but she was willing to bet that even a dullard like Clyde had to realize that now. She gave an idle glance towards the clock - eighteen minutes to go. A fair amount of time to work with. But what was she going to do with it, now that her opponent was a broken husk of a man?

She had ideas. Intriguing ideas.

With hands on hips, she lifted her bare foot and brought it down on his mouth, letting her toes graze along his lips. A soft, delicate touch, far more than he deserved, trying to see what his reactions would be. To see if he understood his betters…

[Rawg]

"Huuh.... Huuhh...... Uuuuuh...." Clyde groaned as he lay sprawled out and flattened at Luong's feet. The blonde was completely laid out in the center of the ring as his chest dramatically rose and fell, looking like he had already lost a match but the timer was still going and the fight was on going.

His eyes fluttered open and Luong towered over him. Hands on her shapely hips, he saw her look of bored disdain and couldn't help but feel shameful arousal as she towered over him before bringing her foot to his lips, grazing it there with a soft, delicate touch.

"...G-Gh..." Clyde twithced once, like a spasm, feeling some kind of loss of morale, he complied knowing she had battered him into two knockouts.

He parted his lips, letting her toes graze past his lips before he kissed her toe softly, faintly.

"Mm."

He sunk back into the canvas like he melted just after he did it and felt completely demoralized.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh. This was surprising. Pleasantly so.

Luong canted her head to the side as Clyde gave her foot the appropriate attention and the crowd booed, jeering his capitulation. She honestly thought he was too stubborn to see the sense in giving into her whims, that he would push her foot away and continue his resistance, but no - it seemed she had been successful in training him, to at least some extent. This warranted further investigation.

She wouldn’t lower herself by speaking English, especially when nonverbal communication would do quite well in this instance. She pressed her foot hard against his face, roughly pinning it to establish dominance, then lifted up and let her toes trail down his chest. A deft touch, tracing along the skin, blessing him with her heavenly touch, moving towards his crotch. A suggestion that better things could come to him if he continued to please her.

They wouldn’t, of course, she would never stoop to that sort of vulgarity. But he didn’t need to know that.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh. This was surprising. Pleasantly so.

Luong canted her head to the side as Clyde gave her foot the appropriate attention and the crowd booed, jeering his capitulation. She honestly thought he was too stubborn to see the sense in giving into her whims, that he would push her foot away and continue his resistance, but no - it seemed she had been successful in training him, to at least some extent. This warranted further investigation.

She wouldn’t lower herself by speaking English, especially when nonverbal communication would do quite well in this instance. She pressed her foot hard against his face, roughly pinning it to establish dominance, then lifted up and let her toes trail down his chest. A deft touch, tracing along the skin, blessing him with her heavenly touch, moving towards his crotch. A suggestion that better things could come to him if he continued to please her.

They wouldn’t, of course, she would never stoop to that sort of vulgarity. But he didn’t need to know that.

[Rawg]

Clyde felt his stomach sink hearing the crowd booed and flushed as Luong seemed to be intrigued by his submissive display. Great. He was beaten up but he wasnt out. He needed to rally and really get rough to get even and..

"Mff..~!" Her hard press of her foot to his face muffled Clyde. He groaned against her foot as his head shook side to side, pinned by her foot until she slowly traced her foot down his chest, making him shudder, the slow trace of her toes along his skin made Clyde shudder and his body suddenly arch off the canvas as if possessed with pleasure.

When her foot grazed his growing bulge, her foot would be greeted by a twitch of wood as the mast grew to her touch and Clyde shuddering with an arch off the canvas with a breathy gasp as his eyes shot open, arousal driving him mad.

He contemplated throwing the fight, he was already 2 under... She was so hot, so beautiful. He could just give and let this hot goddess have her way with him and...

He shook his head and hurriedly scrambled to his feet under Luong , shakily staggering to his feet before getting his fists up, panting heavily, tired after being KO'd twice. He panted as he stood in front of the towering goddess...

"C-C'mon!" He told her, standing fierce. Eyes narrowed with determination. He threw a jab at her, crisp and flickered out to restart their bout and determined to scramble her.

[BlackAkuma]

Luong found herself somewhat torn, watching all of this. While, yes, it was an utterly disgusting display, and she loathed the man beneath her feet, she had to concede something was intriguing about watching the way he reacted to her supple touch. In truth, it wasn’t all that much, she was simply touching the boy with her foot. By LAW’s depraved standards, it was pretty tame, not even something requiring the sensors to do their jobs. Mild play, at best.

And yet, it was driving Clyde out of his mind. She could see the conflict behind his eyes, the struggle to stay focused and not give in to his whims. There was a fundamental part of him that knew his place and what he should’ve been doing to ingratiate himself and spare embarrassment. It was an exciting process, and she was curious to see it through to full fruition…

But, alas, that would have to wait. There was still fight to be beaten out of Clyde, even after being knocked out twice, and it seemed she would have to apply a lot more pressure before he genuinely understood the futility of his actions. So be it.

He stood tall and came at her again, lashing out with, of all things, a jab. She moved back, narrowly letting it pass by her face, and responded in kind, bringing up her foot for a quick snap kick to his chin. As soon as that connected, she brought that same foot around and swung it hard at the side of his head, looking to tag him with roundhouse kick and send him staggering away, creating more space between them.

[Rawg]

"Gh!" Clyde growled in frustration as his jab missed by a mile. He tried to load up his hands for something new. A grapple, another strike, anything...

He never got a chance.

Clyde's head snapped back as Luong's fired a snap kick to his chin. He took it like an uppercut as his head careened upwards in a mist of sweat and ejected spittle. He would stagger just a moment before being slapped with followup round kick that the crowd applauded for.

""BLEUGH--! UUNKFF!!" The two kicks basically slapped Clyde's head around up and left. He was ragdolled and staggered back, kick-drunk after two follow-up blows that had him swaying.

"U-Uuuhhh...." The blonde mewled, trying to stay in the fight after getting his shit rocked.